“I won't let you go”
Pairing: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader
Warning: +18, smut, rub, ride, strap-on, vaginal sex, a terrible attempt at daddy and breeding kink, semi public sex?, jealous Sam (reader receiving)
Word count: 3.1k
Her hand on your thigh slowly moved up to your waist to pull you towards her, eliciting a gasp from you against her lips as your back arched.
Her touch sent bursts of heat throughout your body, wanting all of her and more.
You hadn't seen her for a while due to distance and work, but now more than ever you needed her to hit all the right spots inside you.
Your arm was around her neck along with your other hand on her cheek so you could feel her closer to you.
The kisses that had once been wild and passionate were now clumsy and breathless. But still, neither of you wanted to separate.
Her free hand found its way between your legs, brushing your inner thigh until it put pressure on your core.
"Fuck," you moaned breathlessly against her lips with a lustful smile before resting your forehead against her shoulder.
You were so sensitive to her touch that she knew perfectly well you couldn't last any longer without her touching you.
Sam rubbed two of her fingers on your clit through the thick fabric of her pants, just to tease you further and push you over the edge.
Your breath came out in sharp pants despite the lack of friction she was giving you.
You grunt and scratch at the back of her shirt in frustration at the lack of stimulation, making Sam chuckle hoarsely.
You shamelessly buck your hips against her hand, but nothing eases the ache of being released.
"Are you sure no one's here?" Your voice comes out choked and hoarse as you briefly raise your squinted gaze to survey the space.
As soon as she opened the door for you a few minutes ago, you immediately threw yourself into her arms, which didn't give you time to check if anyone was in the apartment Sam shared with her sister and friends.
Sam, who was still teasing you, managed to squirm you against her body, took a quick look around.
“Everyone left a while ago, I don't think they'll be back until the evening.”
Her low, thick voice, along with her noticeable, cocky smile, were turning you on more and more, making it impossible to ignore your desire.
You glance at her out of the corner of your eye with a mischievous smirk. “Better for me.”
With a swift movement, you grab her by the shoulders, roughly pushing her against the back of the couch before straddling her hipst
She groans and automatically places her hands on your hips as you moan, immediately feeling a bulge hit your center.
Her hair a mess and her chest heaving wildly was driving you wild, so you wasted no time leaning in to kiss her again.
Her hands, which fit perfectly around you, slowly move your hips forward, causing the bulge to rub against your aching core.
Gasps echo in the room as you begin to grind your hips against her.
She guides your movements faster and faster, but never fast enough.
Every now and then, you break away from the kiss so you can gasp and moan, but she immediately captures your lips with hers, not giving you time to compose yourself.
Her hands move from your hips to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up.
Sam stares at you hungrily once your naked body is before her. Your labored breathing is in sync with the hip movements Sam had established earlier.
Lips slightly parted, your gaze fixed on hers, trying to kiss her again while all you can focus on is her hands running over your skin and that bulge that hits you more with each movement.
Sam doesn't lean in, just enjoying watching how restless you are moving on top of her.
She just laughs, delicately running her fingers up your back until she reaches your bra, which she quickly unclasps with a deft movement.
The thin fabric falls from your chest, revealing your breasts. Sam then sets it aside on the couch so he can admire you better.
You laugh and caress her cheek when she sees that she's no longer looking at your eyes
Sam wastes no more time, moving her hands up so that each one rests on your breasts and leaning down to kiss your neck.
Her kisses moved in sync with her hands, moving in gentle, circular motions, making it difficult for you to continue rubbing yourself like before.
The sounds that had once been gasps and rapid breaths had now turned into muffled moans from both of you.
Your mind was a blur of desire and pleasure as you tangled your fingers in her hair to pull her closer.
Sam's kisses were interspersed with bites and hickeys that would clearly leave marks for days.
She wanted to make up for the long time she wasn't with you.
Every now and then, she would squeeze your nipples hard, making you moan loudly.
"You're pretty sure everyone's gone, aren't you?" You managed to gasp, having a slight spark of rational thought.
You didn't want anyone to come out of God knows where and see you both in the living room like this.
Sam continued her wonderful work on your body, ignoring your worries. "I'm so damn sure."
Her voice was muffled by your skin, and she bit you hard to stop you from thinking too much about it.
You groaned, biting your lip before continuing to move your hips.
This all felt so good it could take you over the edge, but your mind kept thinking of all the embarrassing possibilities where you could be interrupted. “And if someone comes in and…”
Sam, tired of being interrupted, huffs in frustration, separating from your skin to grab your jaw and pull it down to look deep into your eyes.
“You like the song ‘Cat’s in the Cradle’, right?”
You looked at her, bewildered, even though your features showed more arousal than confusion.
You didn’t complain when she roughly grabbed you, only your movements began to slow down until you were completely still. “Yes, I like it.”
You had shown this song to Sam a few days ago, telling her that you really liked it because of the meaningful lyrics and their meaning. And honestly, you don’t know why she’s asking you this in this situation.
Her fingers dig deeper into your jaw, closing the distance between you two so much that you can feel her breathing again.
“Well, you’re the father and I’m the son.” She pauses for a few seconds to observe your agitated and bewildered expression before continuing, “And if you don't take the time to play catch with me right now, I might not be around later when you're retired.”
The intense gazes didn't break. What Sam said was completely out of place, and you disliked it because of the way it twisted a beautiful song into something unpleasant, but you didn't want her to stop. “Uh, I don't love this allegory for us.”
She lets go of you to laugh, resting her forehead against your chest at the look of disgust on your face.
You wait for her to stop teasing and watch as she pulls out of you to give you a quick kiss on the lips. “Alright. Go to bed.”
You push her shoulders again, somewhat annoyed by what she said, and walk to Sam's room.
She smiles as she watches your hips move momentarily before quickly walking behind you and locking the door once you're both inside.
Sam makes sure the door is securely closed, and when she turns around, she sees you in only your panties, leaning on your forearms with your legs slightly open for her.
She can't take her eyes off you, not in the position you were in.
She quickly climbs onto the bed, spreading your legs wider so she can position herself between them.
Her touch was soft and warm, but you knew from the hungry way she was looking at you that sex wouldn't be the same.
Once your both lips meet again, you finally lie back down so Sam is completely on top of you.
Your fingers tangle in her messy hair as the kiss turns passionate again.
Your hands slowly move down her spine to the hem of her shirt, which you clumsily tug up.
Sam catches your movements, breaking away from the kiss to get on her knees and remove her shirt.
Your eyes widen in excitement and desire at the sight of her exposed torso.
You give her a quick glance from her heaving chest to her defined abdomen, having too many lewd thoughts in a couple of seconds.
With a smirk, Sam positions herself on top of you again, this time holding your waist, keeping you in place.
The kisses continued, her grip on you strong but not painful.
Gasps and muffled sighs leave you as Sam begins to grind her hips.
Her cock is once again properly positioned against your throbbing, aching core.
Sam gasps as she feels your nails digging into her back as she continues to rub herself shamelessly.
Her movements were arousing and torturous until her cock hits your clit hard, making you squirm and moan.
“Sam, please,” you beg between gasps, your voice shaking, feeling like you couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Please what, my love?” She knew exactly what you wanted, but she wouldn’t do it until you used your own words.
Her breathless voice as she continued to rub herself, and the need to have her inside you was overwhelming. “Put it inside me.”
Your gazes met again. Your pleading eyes flickered between her parted lips and her half-closed eyes.
Sam couldn't resist the way you sounded so needy. "I'm going to fill you up. Turn around."
Those words, full of promise, made an inexplicable heat build in your belly.
Sam pulled away from you to give you time to adjust.
You were barely getting into the position Sam instructed when she grabbed your hips and roughly pressed them against hers, causing a strangled moan.
She laughed at the sight of you stumbling and glared at her over your shoulder. "Stop whining about everything."
She said, not looking you in the eye as she was concentrating on rubbing her hard cock against your wet, panty-covered pussy.
Your head falls down with a low, pleading moan, “Daddy, please.”
Sam bites her lower lip as she watches you clutch the sheets and hears you use that nickname that always turned her on.
She continues to move her hips a little more before moving away a few inches. “Alright, princess.”
The sound of the belt hitting the metal, followed by the buzz of the zipper as it was pulled down, was deafening and exciting at the same time.
Once her pants were off, she did the same to your panties, sending a shiver down your spine in anticipation.
Sam took the length of her black cock and positioned it at your slit, lightly rubbing her tip against you.
Your head remained lowered, your lips pressing together as you waited for Sam to do more than just tease you with her tip.
After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Sam slowly inserted the tip of her cock.
Your fingers dug deeper into the sheets, and your breathing became labored.
Sam checked to make sure you were okay before placing her hands on your waist, then carefully moving her hips forward and guiding yours toward hers at the same time.
Your mouth opened wider, letting out a high-pitched moan as she entered you deeper.
Sam paused momentarily. Her cock was now fully inside you, and the smile of lust and satisfaction couldn't be taken away from you.
"Do you like that?" Sam knew perfectly well that you loved having her so deep inside you that you couldn't speak properly.
You nod weakly, along with a hum, making Sam chuck at your verbal difficulty.
Sam couldn't take her eyes off your fiery figure.
Your forehead was almost touching the sheets, you were holding onto your forearms, your body arched, and your hips tilted slightly upward.
All of this was making her more determined to give you everything you wanted.
Her hips rocked back, taking the full length of her cock out before thrusting roughly into you.
Moaning and trembling, Sam thrusts in and out of you again.
The heavy breaths of both of you as their hips collided resonated in the room.
Her large cock filled you in an inexplicable way, and Sam knew you loved it.
Her gasps became more frantic as she thrust her cock into you, rubbing her clit against it.
Your back arches further and your moans become more agitated and high-pitched as Sam hits that spot that makes you see stars.
You were on the verge of climax, though Sam wasn't close, but he'd do her best to see you collapse right now.
Her nails dug into your skin as she adjusted herself, remaining on her knees but bending her leg beside you on the bed while her other hand moved up your back to grasp your neck.
Now her movements were more abrupt and frantic.
Sam's agitated moans let you know she was enjoying it just as much as you were.
Her grip was firm and painful, yet arousing at the same time. You didn't care that she was leaving marks all over your skin.
Their hips thrashing together grew louder and louder, and their moans reached a point where they became synchronized with the pleasure you both felt.
The heat in your belly felt so suffocating that you could come at any moment, until someone knocking on the other side of the door distracted you both.
Sam frustratedly slowed down her thrusts while you reluctantly bit your lip to stifle any sound just to know who it was.
Sam didn't stop, only slowed down only to hear that the other person was Quinn, who was instantly recognized by both of you as she cleared her throat before speaking.
"Sam..." she paused momentarily with a smirk. "Have you seen y/n?"
Sam was somewhat confused and annoyed by Quinn, who only interrupted your because she wanted to know about you.
Normally, she wasn't jealous, but being interrupted in the middle of your intimacy did anger her somewhat. "Why?"
Quinn's smirk never faded. She could sense something else was going on on the other side of the door from Sam's sharp, brusque tone.
"We had plans this afternoon, so..." A deafening silence echoed in the space. The idea of Quinn spending time with you bothered her quite a bit.
On the other side, Quinn heard rapid, heavy breathing, which made her smile grow as she recognized, from experience, that Sam and you were having sex. "Are you nailing her?"
"Yeah," you moaned instantly, unable to handle Sam's tortuous movements while she simultaneously denied it.
In a desperate attempt to keep you quiet and not expose any more than you already were, Sam puts all her weight against your back, then moves her hand from your neck and shoves two fingers in your mouth to gag you.
“Shut up,” she whispers in your ear, praying Quinn doesn’t hear more than she should.
Your eyebrows arch along with your back as you close your eyes while sucking and moaning against her fingers.
Quinn laughs knowingly at the sound of your satisfied voice. She takes a few steps back, deciding not to disturb you and letting the two of you continue on your way, no innuendos whatsoever. “Destroy her ass!”
Quinn encourages Sam with a teasing smile tugging at her lips, clearly displeasing Sam, before turning and withdrawing.
Sam continued her gentle thrusts, her fingers inside your mouth, waiting for any sign that Quinn was gone until the door clicked shut in the distance, signifying her departure from the apartment.
With that, Sam pulls out and roughly enters you, releasing a groan that had been stuck in your throat for several seconds. Your cheeks hollowed around her fingers one last time before Sam pulled out to move her hand to one of your breasts, squeezing it roughly.
Moans and gasps from both of you filled the room again as you tried your best to support her weight.
Sam began thrusting again with all her hmight, as if something on her mind was bothering her.
Her moans grew closer as she pressed her forehead against the back of your neck.
"Why she wanted you?" Her breathless, agitated voice showed that she was very upset, although all you could pay attention to was how good she was fitting into you.
You tried to find any answer to her obvious jealousy, but your mind was so clouded with pleasure that all that came out was a breathless moan. “I don’t know…”
“You don’t know?” she insisted. Sam’s mind was filled with thoughts of you and Quinn alone together, irritating her more than it already was.
You were really struggling to come up with a coherent answer that Sam would even accept.
You were both close to reaching your own climaxes again, but neither of you would do so until Sam was done with her interrogation.
“She wanted to hang out with me.”
You moaned and tightened your grip on the sheets when she squeezed your nipple.
Sam didn’t want to see you with Quinn. She knew Quinn was capable of doing anything just to be alone with you. “And you just obey her?”
She groans. She was having too much trouble forming words as she felt the heat building in her belly from constantly rubbing her clit with her cock.
“No,” you moan sharply, clinging to the sheets with everything you have. “I only obey you, Daddy…”
This was enough for Sam to press her forehead harder into the back of your neck to receive her climax.
Her hand moved down to your stomach to hold on as he continued to thrust, giving her all.
Your climax hit a few seconds later, moaning her name and reaching back to grip her hip.
Your fluids trickle down her cock as Sam slows down, knowing you’d reached your orgasm.
With soft, uneven breaths, she carefully pulls out of you and slowly lies down beside you as you fall exhausted onto the bed.
Her narrowed, tired eyes shift to your boneless form.
She sighs, bringing both hands to her face before unbuckling her strap and placing it on a corner of the bed. She leans closer to you, smoothing your messy locks away from your face.
Your eyes slowly open and you see her smiling with noticeable fatigue.
"You're not going anywhere. You're staying with me" she says in a husky voice, then places a kiss on your sweaty forehead and snuggles up to your side.
I didn't know how to put that fragment of Keep Breathing but I had to. I hope someone understands that reference.
